Monday, May 22, 2006

i think i might just wet myself*

*in a sexily oh my god its augie march and dan kelly and his alpha males my panties are so very moist kind of way

There Is No Such PlaceThere is no such place, o yes I have seen it tooJust a little different from how you do,A river winding blue among the dunes and a marble bedA sun that doesn't set but settles.There is no such place.If I lower mine to yours would you kiss me on the face?If you're looking for an unmarked place,There is no such place -Blasted in appearance and a composite of fearful minutesFrozen in the waking instant

There is no such place, so perhaps we have a reasonFor our long and falling face,Above all it would be warm but we would keep our heads allClear as Winter, storms would be a sight to make us shiverBut without the chillOf thinking all is hither-thither -

Longing, Things I long for,Peaceful nights, strangers at the door,O come in, come through the door,You've been here before,You've been here before

There is no such place, o yes I have seen it tooJust a little different from how you do,A house upon a hill with no windowsJust a can upon the sillTo catch your tearsTo feed your garden.

saturday night i will stare in awe and the smile on my face will be unwipeable.

to you: dont look at me, dont come near me, dont pretend you're my friend, because you are not

to you, and you also: as above

my night will not be ruined, the music will surround me and lift me up until im floating on chords and strums, swimming in the buzz and hum, only landing gently on the floor when the room quiets

Tasman AwakensHoney goes candy in the condiment cupboard,Unwax it. unplug it,What you discover in August nights,Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life -That kind of truth you can't crack with a knife.Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires,And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, it stings your eyesWhat you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her -What happened next you have failed to understand.What happened then as he took her by the hand...Little lights are burning bright in youLittle lights are burning bright in youOrphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutterAs the sunset shudders at the prospect or nightOn the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like -That kind of truth is a needle and a knife.That kind of truth is a needle and a knife...And you little lights are burning bright in youAnd you little lights are burning bright in youAnd you little lights are burning bright in youThey tell you what you have to do.